Growing Up

As we headed out of the Moon Woods, we came across the dregs of Belladonna’s zombie elves. There’s something really fucked about zombies that move fast and fight that well unarmed. They handed us almost more than we could handle after the war we’d just been through. There was a new wrinkle since the last time we faced them, as well. Every time they struck true, a bit of their swirling black essence clung to our bodies. With each accumulation of the black mass I felt the urge to join our attackers in slaughtering my companions. It felt right, but I resisted, firm in the promise to eradicate evil that I had made to my clan. We destroyed the last of our attackers and went about the business of carving the black mass out of our bodies. Each tended to his own, since we couldn’t be sure that any of us wouldn’t take more flesh than was necessary early in the process.

We spent the rest of our travel time back to Silverymoon in silence, save for one morning when I awoke away from camp. I woke up in a cave. Wasn’t the first time that sort of thing happened, and it won’t be the last. Aside from the change of scenery, there wasn’t much to speak of. Garn’s night wasn’t so uneventful. He’d stalked and eaten a deer. We both stumbled back to camp and put the clues together. Seems the bites suffered in our battle with Belladonna’s werebears had cursed us with the same affliction. Unfortunately, Garn wasn’t looking at it as a curse.

When we got back to Silverymoon, we checked in at the church of Tyr. Between visions of valkyries and assorted bogeymen, churchy had said the removal of the curse was above his ability to remove. Luckily, the head priest at the temple was more effective. Even he could only work the divine mojo once a day, however. Garn and I argued as to which one of us should go first. I wanted the curse out of him sooner rather than later. He was being stupid, grasping at power and freedom that came with too heavy a price. I knew I could handle the curse better than him if I had to. I live with the impulses of a savage beast every minute, and I keep them in check most of the time. The disagreement came down to an arm wrestling match, and the result was as you’d expect; Garn got beat, got healed, got Pissed and left.

We met back at the womanizer’s estate and avoided each other. Some time in the night, someone stole a dagger from under the floorboards in the womanizer’s room. I asked him why he had a dagger hidden under his floorboards, but he swears he didn’t know anything about it. I was wondering if we were seeing the return of his spooky damned body-stealing uncle. The tiny drunk was roused from his beer coma and said he thought he’d dreamed of the bald and tattooed guys. Then he seemed worried that one of them had touched him funny. He must not have been too worried though, because he passed out again.

We had a mystery starting up and were in serious need of some reequipping, so the womanizer, Garn and I made our way to the market. Garn and Renius killed some time trying to find one of the bar wenches they refer to as their intelligence network while I got cured. I took the opportunity to talk to the priest of Tyr. I asked him how much longer churchy had to suffer with the evil they’d saddled him with. He said they were working on a way to dispose of the black sword and that he’d take the Hand of Tharizdun right away. We talked about the need to eradicate evil from the world and he tried to talk me into joining the church. I told him flat out that I bow for no one, man or god. He gave me some scrolls detailing the steps taken by the church when punishing the wicked, and I have to say, some of the stuff makes me look like a beginner. I left the temple and met up with the others.

Garn was still Pissy, so he took some shots at me about abandoning my beliefs to serve a god. We argued some more and he decided to go off on his own, probably to cry. He was stomping away like a petulant child when I saw some fuckers that looked like the drunken dwarf’s dream lovers, but Garn couldn’t be bothered to care. I asked the womanizer if he was getting the stench of evil from them, and when he said yes, I drew Colric’s Freedom, ready to violently solve a mystery. The cowards ran, so I followed them into an alley, Renius backing my play with his dog behind him. We went into the alley after two, but half a dozen more joined with them. They had the numbers and the surprise, and for the third time in a week I found myself pummeled by bare fists and booted feet. Renius sent his dog to get help, and to his credit, Garn showed. Another blade turned the tide, but not before the fucks killed Renius’s dog. He showed the anger he so rarely betrays and wiped out the last of the thieves. No dagger to be found, it was obvious there were more of them around the city somewhere, but what they wanted with us, I had no idea. Garn couldn’t resist the chance to bitch some more, but my ears were full of blood, so I couldn’t hear him.

We got back to the estate, put Shiva to rest, and I cleaned up. The paladin was at the temple and the dwarf was nowhere to be found, so it was just Garn, Renius and I. My sword brother’s woman was missing as well. Renius went to his room after the burial. I was missing you, and wanted to find a place to write to you away from the rest of the crew. I was almost out the door when Garn spoke up and lit the fuse on what must have been ready to explode for a long time.

“You going out to pray, killer?” he said.

“Fuck you! I don’t have time for your shit, Garn!”

“That’s not very holy talk for the newest initiate of Tyr. You wouldn’t want to lose your lapdog status so soon, would you? You might not get any more compliments or literature,” he sneered.

“You think I don’t know what the priest was doing? I know with all the shit going down, every side wants a piece of me. I’m an attractive prospect. I don’t see why you’re Pissing your girdle over me using that knowledge to open some doors.”

Garn stood from his seat at the kitchen table. “Sure, you start that way, but before you know it, you’re fucked over like Tal-En.”

“You mean kind of like when you fuck a death goddess and your half-dead woman in the same day?” I know it was a cheap shot, but fuck if I’m going to let that stop me.

“You can’t see what I can see, Grayl. You’re blind to the facts.” I cut him off.

“The only one blind here is you, Garn. You’re freaking out because you’re scared of responsibility. You’ve got a baby on the way and you probably got your bitch carping on you to get married. You want to be free. You want to be what you thought I was when you met me. You’re scared of all the change you can’t control.”

“Scared? No. Pissed off. You’ve lost the mission, brother. You’ve finally lost your edge. Maybe it’s because you’ve had your bitch mother in blade’s reach three times by my count. Three times and you’ve failed to seal the deal. Once in the reversed world, once in the forest when she told us of the threat of Damascule, and now in the battle of the Moon Woods. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be,” he said.

“How’s that?” I didn’t like where he was going.

“Maybe you came into my life to show me my mission. Maybe you’ve filled your role and now need to go to Red Larch and be a husband. Maybe I’ve got to take care of the Black Ravens by myself.” He wasn’t kidding. There was a look in his eyes I’d seen too many times before. He looked like me in my darkest moments.

“I’d say we should end this farce of a partnership now, but for old time’s sake, I think you should be there when I clean up your mess. You see, I’ve got a plan.” His eyes got even wider.

“You forget your place, Serpenthelm. It’s by my side and one step back.”

“My place is wherever I damn well please, orc.” The distance between us closed quickly.

“You’re acting like the man I saw in the mirror a year ago. You’re acting like a child. Grow up. You’re a good man, Garn, in spite of what you’re going through right now. It’s that fact that’s kept me from striking you down in the last few minutes. But know this, if you cross the line and try to steal my vengeance, my burden from me, I’ll forget about all that and remember the bad old days. It’s really not that hard for me to do.”

“Your empty threats might work on your new church friends. Why don’t you try them at temple?” He wasn’t backing down, but I can’t say I expected him to.

“I’ve got two truly terrible acts left in me, and if you take Belladonna and Tiara from me, there’s no saying they won’t be visited on you and yours.”

“You’d do that to a Dead Wolf? I am a Dead Wolf, right? You said I was. So, were you lying about that or are you saying you’d betray your clan?” In what I’d say was an instinctual move, Garn’s hand moved to his hilt. He knew what was coming before I said it.

“Draw your sword. It’s time to back up your mouth.” “It will be a good lesson for you when I do, failure.” He drew overhand as I drew under, our blades meeting with a clang. The force knocked us both backward.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

“Fuck off!” Garn screamed. We were giving in to our rages.

As we closed with each other, the kitchen door burst open. In a flash of steel, the paladin was between us, driving his shield into my face and his sword hilt into Garn’s.

“Idiots!” he screamed. I was ready to go through him, until I saw the black mass he coughed up. Garn stopped as well. I guess our concern for him held us for the moment. He kept speaking, ignoring the black goop dribbling down his chin.

“You want to talk about blindness? You’re both blind! Blind to the evil all around us! It’s been here all along, testing us. I believe we’ve failed. Now, there’s nothing left to do but pay our penance in struggle and blood. If we’re lucky, we’ll have atoned before we meet our end. But we won’t do it alone.” He put his sword and shield away, more confident in the end of our hostility than I was.

“Alone, each of us is doomed. We all need each other. You two need each other especially, ‘cause you ain’t got a bit of goddamned sense between you! There’s a lot of bad coming our way, but you’re too busy measuring your cucks to see it. For the record, Grayl’s is bigger, but Garn’s sees more action. My holy, big shot, evil-fighting advice to both of you is to give each other some space. Back the fuck down for a bit and focus on the task at hand. We need you in the game, together. The world needs you. I’ll be at the temple. Come find me when you change your diapers and want to take care of business.” With that, the paladin strode out as abruptly as he came in.

Garn and I glared for a bit and went our separate ways. I spent the rest of the day thinking about violence and wondering if I’d ever stop. When night fell, I tried to dream of my family. I needed guidance now more than ever. I guess they moved on, because when I dreamt, I didn’t find myself in the village. I was back in Hela’s realm. I was in a lineup, soldiers to the left and right of me. Garn was there. I told him it was time to stop tearing our clan apart and that we could take the opportunity to show Hela what a Dead Wolf did best.

He smiled and said it was “a bit late for that. All debts come due in time.” When he spoke, it was his voice, but the scraping ice of Hela’s was present as well. They were speaking as one. He started barking orders to me and the other soldiers, and I found myself unable to resist. We polished and presented arms, then marched in formation. I pulled myself from sleep, angry and sad in equal measure. My first instinct was to stab him in his sleep, but I remembered that things like that were how warriors ended up in Hela’s realm. So, I went back down to the kitchen and started writing this letter to you.

I hear someone moving around upstairs, so I’d better go see what’s up. Here’s hoping that the next time I write you, I’ll have nothing to report. I will come home soon. We will be together soon.


Grayl Ravenguard

Garn, The morning after

The next morning. Sunlight breaking through the curtains in Renius’s spare room where Garn and Kylina stay in Silverymoon. She is awake and walking softly so as to not disturb his slumber. It’s clear he slept fitfully by the tangle of sheets and the way he is sprawled across the bed.

Kylina opens the door to the hallway, but the hinges haven’t been oiled lately and it creaks open. Garn opens one eye to this, sees no danger and relaxes.

“Garn, you had better see this…” She whipsers urgently, drawing her longsword.

In the hallway, on the floor just outside the room, eyes wide with terror, Tiara is bound in enchanted frozen chains. Tongue cut out, hands bloody stumps, she looks up at her captors.

Garn's Log: Entry 10

We should burn their bodies in a pyre. The Liberator had suggested. It is their way. It’s what they would want. He added. Not long after, myself, Grayl and said Liberator are in the forest gathering wood for the blaze. Footsteps can be heard and the black, goopy elves we eluded a couple of days ago have now found us.

The twenty of them surrounded Grayl and myself and the Liberator was trying to turn them….they were undead after all. It was a pretty brutal fight, but in the end we escaped with our lives, but with a couple of chunks cut out of us seeing as we got stabbed with the black goop and it was invading our very beings.

We camped out that night with plans to head back to Silverymoon the next day and then eventually to Red Larch. I really shudder to think of that place, even though Grayl and myself liberated that town from that little fool Gilbert O’ Gold and his idiot henchman the General. Yikes what a nightmare our stay was there. Anywho, bedding for the night was like any other, until it wasn’t. I dreamt that I was free! Free of these bonds I’ve shackled myself with, Kylina, Grayl, and the like. Roaming free over the country side at night, the cool air filling my lungs. I wasn’t held back by the need for clothing, tearing aside those very items which held me bond to society. No need for weapons and armor, I myself am those things!

Running through the woods, I smell meat, I smell prey! That which is weaker than me, must fall to me. For my hunger for blood, for sustenance in insatiable and I will have my fill. It falls to me easy. The deer never had a chance. I run up from behind it, pursuing it through the forest, around trees. Running through the creeks and dried leaves, it falters….I do not. I clamp on it’s back ripping flesh and bone. Skin and fur. It tries desperately to fight. Nothing shall keep me from mine. I eat my fill, blood and entrails surround my feet. Bits of bone and flesh are stuck in my fur…my hair. Pieces of the beast are under my claws…wait…my nails. I roar loudly in the night! Triumphant I lay down next to my kill. Guarding it over the would be jackals of the forest, that would dare try and lay claim to that which is mine.

The next morning I wake up naked covered in blood, bits of flesh are in my hair. I am holding the deer carcass and I am having a hard time digesting what seems to be almost half the deer. I walk back to the campsite still carrying the deer. Everyone is dumbfounded when I return and all of their fears were true. Before I can drop the deer, Nung grabs it and is already skinning and getting ready to cook what’s left. Just then, up walks Grayl. Same thing, only he’s not covered in blood. Despite the raw venison in my gut, I feel fantastic. I welcome my new form, much to the dismay of my friends, and the very odd looks I get from Kylina. Whatever…like I need to explain myself to her…

Grayl argued with me that we needed to get rid of this bane and I wasn’t too sure of that. Something changed in me and I no longer cared for anything but the hunt. The Paladin and his foolish mission of glory, the Liberator and his….well…whatever he does, Grayl and his Dead Wolves and his foolish family meant very little to me, and Kylina? Well, Kylina can get a long without me just fine…. Nung would be dinner the next time he happened into my path with his drunken stupidity. All of them are standing in my way…....

Where was I? Hmm….we are now in Silverymoon. My thoughts must have clouded my thinking and I missed a couple of days. The thoughts I have been having have started to subside, and I seem to be thinking more clearly….or am I? Either way, it seems I am coming more to my old way of thinking and now I am bored. Seems to me we are going to get this curse taken away from us, before we hurt our friends. Friends…HA! You don’t want to hurt Kylina and your child do you Garn? Grayl asks.

No…I suppose not. But, I’m not going first. Yes you are! Grayl snaps. Apparently, he can’t stand his new found power. Without going into an all out brawl I let him beat me in an arm wrestling match. I suppose if I don’t want to lose this power, no Inquistor asshole can say otherwise. Bah… he waves his hand around with some hocus pocus hullabaloo, but to no effect. I feel the same. Perfect. I walk out of there feeling even less happy with the state of affairs these days.

Churchy goes into talk to this fool Inquisitor again with the Liberator, on account the paladin can’t even see straight anymore, let alone help us in an actual fight. I guess they are looking to take the hand and sword away from him. Good riddance to both I say. They haven’t done anything to him except make him more mopey than he usually is. Dark power indeed. So who goes next to talk to him? Grayl! That’s who. They’re in for awhile, talking about who knows what, and when he comes out, he seems different. I don’t know if he’s making a play for the sword or what, but he’s going on and on about Tyr and fighting evil and blah blah blah….it makes me sick. I think our failure to kill Belladonna is finally starting to eat away at him. I need to fix that quick.

Getting back to the Liberator’s place we find Nung laying on one of the sofa’s naked, with one of his magic ring’s now used as a cock ring. Apparently he can wear three magic rings. Ugh… The Liberator notices that some flooring has been disturbed and it seems that a dagger that was hidden there has been removed. The case is still there, but the dagger is not. I have the unfortunate job of questioning a drunken, naked dwarf. He’s your friend, Grayl puts in. Fine, I say. I yell at Nung till he is semi-conscious.

Hey! Did you see anybody take anything? What the hell were doing this whole time? Aye Laddie, I saw beautiful women dressed as animals, on all fours, begging me for it. A horse, a dog,a cat, she shrieked the loudest and I had her puking on my…then some bald dudes entered, and boy did it get fun then, I… wait. I don’t think I dreamed that. That part may have been real.

So, you let bald monks in here and let them steal something of value, and something of value that we didn’t even know was here?? Grayl says. Don’t judge me…..uurrrrp….

Great, let’s go get those idiots. For Tyr! Grayl yells. What? Dude, what is your problem? I ask. All evil must be smited for Tyr. Grayl explains. Now I know he wants the sword. Grayl, seriously, you have to knock this off. This is stupid, and you sound even worse. This nonsensical arguing goes on for awhile, and eventually the Liberator makes it known that these monks have the blade.

BAH! I’m not going. If this is the way that Grayl is going to act, I don’t want any part of it. Get the damn dagger by yourself. I overheard the Liberator saying how he was going to ask that slut of a barmaid, or whatever that worked at a coffee house, if she had any information. I said I’ll go do that seeing as I’m not going with you on this farce of an idealistic mission by someone who shouldn’t act like someone they are not! Tyr will guide me to righteousness, and all evil will be slayed. Oh brother….

So, I’m walking to the coffee house and I’m thinking of having sex with this woman. I’m with Kylina though. She may be carrying my child. So? It’s natures way. You can smell it in the air, you can smell her, her loins reek of her desire for me….she wants it. What is happening to me? That animal side of me is taking over. Maybe I should let it? Well, I get there and have some coffee and this babe is in the back doing something. I’ll have to bide my time if I wanna piece of that big…what the hell? The Liberator’s dog? It wants me to follow it. Damn! This chick will have to wait, Grayl and Renius are in trouble. I told them not to do this now, but they never listen. I get to where the dog leads me and there they are having trouble with TWO bald headed monk dudes. TWO? Seriously? Well, I guess I better help as usual. I do, and of course we take care of them. Only, the blade isn’t on them. Swell. What happens after that is a blur to me and I don’t really care to much.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Hela lately. I don’t know why, but I have. I wonder why my payment was what it was? Why does my memory of sex with her get better every time? All I know is that she’s the only “god” I’ve seen ever, and the only one to have granted my desire. Tempus, no offense, but you haven’t done squat, since I’ve asked you. Maybe there is more to Hela than meets the eye? Hayden spoke of Valykrie’s coming to take the fallen souls from our fight with Belladonna and the rest. Hela! Hear me now! I kneel before you, sword and shield in hand. Grant me power! Power to do that which I now will ask! I pray to you for power to destroy my enemies. Those who are the Black Ravens. Those who are Tiara and Belladonna. Grant this weapon power, more power than it now holds! Grant it power and the ability to send each and every life I take to your underworld, grant it power that only you can, and not the parlor tricks of some foolish wizard. If you hear my prayer and grant me this, I will do this in your name and I will send as many souls to you as I can. Grant this shield power to protect me from those who would do me harm, so that I may continue to send souls to you. Also, Great and Beautiful Hela, I would also ask that you take my soul in place of Grayl’s when I die. He is my blood brother and I would gladly trade places with him, to allow him to live and wreak havoc on this world. Allow that and I will stand by your most gorgeous side as your mate for eternity. My love for you has grown, since our last and most cherished “meeting” and I wish to share your bed once more and embrace my beloved Hela.

There it is done. I now pledge my love towards Hela, and I will kill all those in her name. In return, I hope to gain power in body and in my sword, so that I may destroy the Black Ravens, Tiara, Belladonna and all those who wish to stop to the Dead Wolves. I also am going to hopefully free Grayl of his pact with Hela and take his place instead. To those who read these words especially Grayl and Kylina. It is the only way to ensure our victory. Forgive me.

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While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

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